I wish I had known our last kiss was going to be our last kiss. I wouldn’t have let it go so fleetingly. I would have kissed you more earnestly, wrapped my arms around your neck, pulled you deeper. But I held that moment like water in my palms and it trickled between the cracks in my skin until I had no more moment and no more kisses and no more of your love.
I wish I had known our last kiss was going to be our last kiss. I would have kept it safer, worked harder to keep it alive. I wouldn’t have let you ever pull away. But I let it blow away on the wind and it’s lost among the trees now, a moment for someone else to capture.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
I wish I had known our last kiss was going to be our last kiss. I wouldn’t have let it go so fleetingly. I would have kissed you more earnestly, wrapped my arms around your neck, pulled you deeper. But I held that moment like water in my palms and it trickled between the cracks in my skin until I had no more moment and no more kisses and no more of your love.
I wish I had known our last kiss was going to be our last kiss. I would have kept it safer, worked harder to keep it alive. I wouldn’t have let you ever pull away. But I let it blow away on the wind and it’s lost among the trees now, a moment for someone else to capture.
